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Jess and me, talking about the no-more-good-guy and London's bombing :
Jess: After that, I've received like 200 mails from Boris, Ian, you, my family... in short people I have no relations with...
Haha.
The reason I didn't post these days is I was busy.
First, my trip to Paris. I went to the Paris to see a friend of mine who was in my class in high school. She comes from an aristocratic and very catholic family. As she very wealthy she had a house in Normandy, a flat in Biarritz and an apartment in Paris in the most expensive district, where I've planned to pass few days.
The apartment was great, really, really great. But a thing I haven't think of is that people change, even the cutest girl from a catholic family. So she's now a drug addict and a dealer of ecstasy. Her friends take cocaine like twice per hour and they smoke pot all day long.
I was expecting 3 days in the luxury in Paris and all I had was 3 days of depravity and drugs (without sex or rock'n roll by the way).
Then, I had the result of my exams : I fail for 1.5 point. Next year, as the system is changing, with the same mark I'll pass that fucking year. So I repeat a class FOR NOTHING. Oh no it's true, for 1.5 POINT in POLITIC SCIENCE.
Anyway, then it was my sister wedding and I was witness at her wedding like my other sister. That was so great. If you want pics of me in my sexy suit, just ask. (no nude pics except for you Jess)
Well, that's all for today I guess so..
Hey,
I'm in Paris with a friend of mine and her junky friends. I'll be back in a couple of days.
It's like 9AM or something and we just get up, they are all on drugs. They say they're hype, I call that trash.
Anyway, I'll told you later what exactly happened during these days.
Inspiration. ... L'angoisse du post blanc. J'ai lu aussi qu'en bon français on doit appeller ça non pas un post mais un article ou un billet. I'm defeninly not french internetly speaking ! Sinon le mariage de ma soeur est dans 3 semaines et c'est la panique à la maison. Je suis son témoin. Enfin je suis son deuxième témoin le premier c'est mon autre soeur. Je vais devoir lire un passage à l'Eglise et elle veut qu'on fasse un discours aussi lors du repas. Mais moi comme j'ai dis c'est No Way ! (je me rend compte en l'écrivant que c'est ultra-gay faut que j'arrete avec ça si je veux pécho.) Et puis de toute façon c'est ma soeur la journaliste qui utilise si bien les mots. Moi je ne suis que le garçon sexy et hype de la famille. Bref c'est n'importe quoi ce post, je sais même pas pourquoi je l'ai écris en français, moi qui dit toujours que ce qui est nul passe toujours in english. Well, let's say I wrote in Moliere's language for supporting Paris 2012 for tomorrow.
Hey here I am.
So I'm finally in vacation, I think I've failed my exams, result at the end of July. Otherwise I'm so busy, I work in that supermaket for the summer and I have to prepare my sister's wedding with my parents. I didn't know having a wedding implied so much things to do, wedding sucks in fact.
Anyway, I went last week-end at La fête du Cinéma (which means you pay only 2€ to see a movie instead of 6€) so in 3 days I've seen 10 movies. Some were really R-E-A-L-L-Y bad, and other just brillant like Les poupées russes or The Interpreter (I wanna work at the UN now by the way).
I wanted to post about a dream I had something like a week ago but I gotta go because as I'm in holiday I have a social life now.
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